|This is my latest vision.
||[May. 28th, 2004|08:16 am]
Realm of visions
|||||Nobody's Home - Avril Lavigne||]|
Well here it is.
She's laying on the ground, at the top of the stairs, on her side. One hand on her head, the other under her cheek. She's staring down the stairs. Slowly she starts to turn translucent, into water. She starts to pour down the stairs, and onto the forehead, and shoulders and hands of a girl. The girl has long bright red hair, and dark violet eyes. And a scar on her left cheek. Behind her is an angel, with long braided brown hair. And eyes so green they are like emeralds. Her wings are a bright glowing silver. Her hands on the girls shoulders, as if protectively. But she changes, and drifts away like sand in the wind. She is gone.
But the girl doesn't look, she hasn't seemed to notice. Her forehead is against the cold marble stairs. Her hands against them. She is praying, her eyes closed. Whispering in a strange language. The sky is darkening, and the water that is pour down the marble stairs turns to blood. It's getting everywhere, all over the girl. Staining her white skin, her fingers, getting under her fingernails. It's getting everywhere. Against her white robes. Staining everything. The sky lights up once with lightning, and then thunder cracks against the sky. As if screaming at the girl.
But she is still pressing herself against the stairs. Ignoring the blood, ignoring the rain. Ignoring the lightning and the thunder. Soon the rain is also blood, pouring down from the sky. Drenching the praying girl, but she hasn't stopped. Her robes soaked against her body, slight transparent, and deep red down. But she hasn't stopped praying. The stairs start to crack, the blood dries and the rain stops. The sun rises and falls. Rises and falls. Rises and falls. Rises and Falls. The stairs are nearly dust, worn, old and brittle. Darkened with age. Her robes stained with rain, weather, and blood. But she hasn't stopped praying. She is in the same position. Forehead against the steps, hands on either side of her head.
Even when they come to kill everything else that is living, she down not stop praying. Even when they have killed her. Her body dissolved, ashes blowing in the wind. Her spirit is still on those steps. On those stairs. Praying for all eternity. She is still praying.
Well that's it. Thoughts, what do you think it means? Because I am at my wits end.